one more time

every time I sit on this stool
and drink and think and write
I see the truth and
come to realizations
hoping that when I leave
when I walk home to bed
I will be a step closer to peace
and my life will be different when I wake
nothing changes
I’ll finish my drink
walk home
pass out, wake up
and go to work
again, one more time
until I come up with something better

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